Snow Sun
Grey and windy this morning, clouds scudding across a snow moon, snowflakes dancing over brown and tawny gardens put to rest…November song.
Grey and windy this morning, clouds scudding across a snow moon, snowflakes dancing over brown and tawny gardens put to rest…November song.
Often I am asked how one can “be a mystic” without residence in a monastic setting, without daily immersion in prayer and meditation.
I woke at 2:01 this morning, thinking it must be near dawn, only to find it was still the middle of the night.
Rev. Ellen Dionna of Susquehanna Mystery School featured on The Magick Kitchen Podcast.
Longing is the sweet and poignant rhapsody of the soul. Longing is existential—it comes into being the moment a child is birthed, perhaps even in utero, and is part of the human condition.
I could not let any collection of essays on spirituality rest without mention of the holiness of color ...
Compassion is perhaps the greatest virtue. When one lives from compassion, on lives with passion—with absolute overarching love for all humanity and for the cosmos of which we are an integral part.
I encourage you to become aware of the ten trillion cells within your human form, all working miraculously to make you who you are ...